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Tags : scars

Her Scars

Her Scars

A Poem by Saint No-One


A poem about my second girlfriend, who raped me and took my virginity. This is sort of my ode to forgiving her, and reaching understanding of why she ..
No one cares

No one cares

A Poem by Kristin


No one caresDon't you get itThey all take their sharesUntil they get every single bitNo one caresAbout you I meanBut everybody swearsThat'snot what th..
A Thought

A Thought

A Poem by Poe Redd


just that
Who Am I?

Who Am I?

A Poem by Fiona Nadine


Obviously not perfect; never will be, never was.
Thinking of You

Thinking of You

A Poem by Fiona Nadine


Scars and love do not mix well
Never Alone.

Never Alone.

A Poem by Roy


Okay, this one is the first piece I've written on here that's meant anything to me. This goes out to the one I care for the most.
By Myself

By Myself

A Poem by em810


"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost
Red Winter

Red Winter

A Poem by Andrea M. Ramey


As time changes, so do I.
Beautiful Demon

Beautiful Demon

A Poem by Alexa Tasch


I know the title is cheezy
Every Break

Every Break

A Poem by Annabelle Lee


Nobody gets me
The last words that you will ever speak

The last words that you will ever speak

A Poem by Astrid Alexander


I wrote these for a band my friends wanted to make, but they gave up on that dream. Tell me is you're going to use them.
Soldier

Soldier

A Poem by Daniel Grant


just something to show that im still here, haven't wrote for a while so just thought i would give you all something to read :) Enjoy
Interval

Interval

A Poem by Verser


In their bathing suits at the pool Table, she scratched when her pool Stick butt hit the heavy poin..
Without These Scars

Without These Scars

A Story by Serenity


Flash Fiction. Moment frozen in time.
 Asylum Of One’s Brain

Asylum Of One’s Brain

A Poem by kelvin


My mind frame is warped, as it tries to clinch itself to reality its twisted.While the scars put on my heart by wicked intuitions of past and present ..
Scars

Scars

A Poem by Bella


For people who make judgements
What Are You?

What Are You?

A Poem by Fiona Nadine


Are you so broken you cannot function?
My sick obsession

My sick obsession

A Poem by Bella


Venting by writing is better than actually cutting... so here you go